Abby's POV
“Forever young, I wanna be forever young. Do you really want to live forever, forever, forever young.” Louis sang to me, as he cradled me in his arms. This song makes me feel better when I am feeling upset. I had just told him about my miscarriage I had last week. We were so excited to have a baby. We are engaged and madly in love. And when we got pregnant, it made our lives that much more great. I was purely ashamed to tell him. I feel like it’s my fault. He kissed my head, as tears rolled down my cheek for about the 10th time today.
“Louis, I am so sorry.” I said. “Abby, it isn’t your fault.” he said. He squeezed me tighter. “Why did this happen to us?” I asked. He kissed my head again. “Baby, I don’t know.” he cried. I started to tremble. I felt sick. I just wanted to die. I have no purpose in life anymore. I let Louis down. I can’t even carry a child for him. I am screw up. A bloody screw up. He rubbed my arms and hummed Forever Young in my ear. It was slowly making me feel better. I just don’t know what happened. I was eating right, and doing what the doctor said. I didn’t drink, or anything. I just don’t understand why this had to happen to us. We are the perfect family. Our baby would have the greatest uncles and aunts in the world. Why? Just why?
I heard the front door open. “Louis?” I heard Harry’s, relaxed voice say. “In here.” He let out, drying his tears. Harry walked in. “W-What happened? Is everything okay?” Harry asked. You could hear the terror in his voice. Louis looked at me, and I once again started bawling my eyes out. “Louis?” Harry asked. Harry sat down on the couch with us. “Abby...h-had a miscarriage last week.” Louis choked. Stumbling on his words. The words killed me inside. “O-Oh...” he said. A tear ran down his cheek. “I-I’m so sorry.” Harry hugged me. I hugged him back. “I-I think I am going to lie down.” I said softly. “Okay baby. Do you need anything?” Louis asked me. “No...I will be fine.” I said. He nodded. He blew me a kiss. I smiled and walked to my our room.
Louis’ POV
I hate seeing my Abby so upset. She didn’t deserve what happened to her. It’s not fair. “Louis are you okay?” Harry asked. “I-I don’t know...I am confused. I never thought that this would happen to me...or her....or us...you know.” I said staring at the floor. He hugged me. I didn’t hug him back. I just sat there, letting the tears fall onto his shirt. “I don’t even know what to say to her.” I said. “I'm sorry Louis. I wish I could do something to help...but I just don’t know what to do.” Harry said. “It’s okay Harry. We will figure it out.” I said, wiping my face. He smiled at me. “Well, I am going to go...remember, we have an interview today.” He said. “I won’t...hey, do you think I could take Abbs with me this time? I don’t want to let her alone by herself.” I said. “Yeah, probably. I will text Paul then let you know okay?” he said. I nodded. He waved to me and headed out. I sighed and walked back to mine and Abby’s room. She was asleep. I smiled. She looked so peaceful and beautiful. I crawled under the blankets with her. I scooted close to her and put my arm around her waist.
“Louis?” she asked. “Yeah babe.” I said. “Do you hate me?” she asked. “No! I love you darling.” I said. “You don’t like hate me because I practically killed your baby.” she said. “Look at me.” I said. She rolled over and looked at me. I gently grabbed her chin, and said, “Abigail May Johnson, you didn’t do anything to cause our baby to pass, it’s just they way life was meant to be I guess. Everything happens for a reason angle. I love you with all my heart and soul.” She smiled and kissed me. “I love seeing that smile of yours.” I said. She chuckled. “Babe, I know you aren’t feeling the best today, but I have a interview with the boys today, and I want you to go...I am not comfortable having you home without me with you like this.” I said. “Okay.” she said. I planted a nice soft comforting kiss on her lips. “Everything will be okay, we just have to stay strong.” I said.
She smiled. I pinched her cheek. “Hey..” she giggled. “Hay is for horses my love.” I smiled. She laughed. I tickled her. “Louis stop.” she giggled. “No.” I said. She started to laugh hard. She snorted. “Did you just snort?” I asked. “Yes.” she laughed. We both started laughing.
I heard footsteps in the living room. “Louis?” My mom called. “Mum?” I asked getting out of bed. Abby followed me. “Hi, there you are.” she said. “Hey mum, what’re you doing in London?” I asked wrapping my arm around Abby’s waist. “I was just in town for a while...Lottie wanted to go to the Westfield with her friends so. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” she said.
Abby’s POV
“No, we were just laying down, it has been a stressful day today, Johanna.” I said. She looked at us like ‘how so’. Johannah is like my mom, because both my parent died in a car crash two years ago, and about a week after the crash I met Louis, and Johanna basically took me in. I left Louis grip and hugged Johanna. “Johannah, I miscarried...” I said starting to cry. She wrapped her arms around me. “Sweetie, I am so sorry.” she said. “Louis, come here.” She said. I felt Louis wrap his arms around me. “I hope you will be okay.” Johannah said. We let her go. She wiped my face. “Everything will be okay my loves. That baby must have been needed in heaven.” she said.
“Mum....please....don’t.” Louis said. “I’m sorry. Are you feeling okay today Abby?” she asked. I nodded. “Okay, Abigail, if you need anything DO NOT hesitate to call me, okay.” she said. “Okay. I promise.” I said. “Mum, thank you.” Louis said. I smiled. “You’re welcome you two...now I have to get check on your sister.” she said. “Okay, mum.” Louis laughed and kissed her cheek. She smiled.
She said her goodbyes to us and then left. Louis hugged me. I hugged him back. “Louis, I love you.” I said. He rubbed my back. “I love you too.”
*One Hour Later*
Abby’s POV
We got to the place where the boys were being interviewed. I was a comfortable place. there was a couch and a loveseat and a little chair. Louis and I sat on the loveseat. We told the boys our news, I think we should have waited until after, but they wanted to know. Louis’ fingers was entwined with mine. The interviewer stepped in. She was a younger girl. Probably in her mid 20’s. She was very beautiful. “Good afternoon boys.” She smiled. “Good afternoon Crystal.” they said. They must have been interviewed by her before.
“This must be Abby.” she said. I smiled and nodded. She smiled as she set a recorder up. “So tell me how you all have been lately.” she said.
“We have been very good. We just got back from New York, playing at MSG, which was fantastic.” Liam said. She nodded.
“What about you individually?”
“Well, I have been pretty good...” Niall said.
“Me as well.” Zayn agreed. Harry shrugged.
“I have been well.” Liam said. Louis was silent.
“Louis?”
“I rather not talk about it.” He said.
“Okay. So I hear that you two are engaged. How has that been going?”
“Fine.” I answered.
“You all seem very upset...”
“Yeah, we are...My fiance miscarried last week...I hope that makes your story great!” Louis said then stormed out. My face went blank. Harry looked at me. I blinked several times. Harry sat next to me and hugged me. “I think we should try this another day.” Paul said. Harry took my hand and we walked out. “Abby, are you okay?” Harry asked. “I think so...” I said as we got into the van. Louis was sitting in there crying.
